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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Childish Gambino
Vocals
Kilo Kish
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Donald Glover
Songwriter
Ludwig Göransson
Songwriter
Lakisha Robinson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Donald Glover
Producer
Ludwig Göransson
Producer
Andrew Dawson
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Riley Mackin
Recording Engineer
Ruben Rivera
Recording Engineer
Sam i
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
When we were coming down they said it was too soon
I never had to lie, no no, no, no
We were coming down they left us all alone
We're headed nowhere, nowhere
I know you've been around
I feel you in and out, how are you?
Do you sleep?
Are you with me?
We used to be unspoken
Now everything is broken
I'm a good son
You're a good son
You're a good son
You're a good son
You're a good son
[Verse 2]
Free information, free information
Free information, free informa-, ma
[Verse 3]
Arlanda, hotel to the bar
Young girl with an accent with her back bent
Ass out to the whole world
We can vibe out for tonight
Stepping outside for a light
No coke and I just smoke vapors, no papers
Slow poke and I don't know 'bout photos
Let's go though
How old are you?
Saying that you never date older dudes
Why I never wanna say no to you?
The coldest dude to hold a groove with no kids
The coldest dude who can't hold his hold his Goose (Woo)!
"I'ma walk out, wanna walk too?"
What about dude?
Fuck him, I just really wanna feel something
[Verse 4]
It took me like, five minutes to figure out
Like, what were the voices those were on the phone
But I figured it out, okay, so, can we just
[Verse 5]
Is it real? 'Cause you're online
Is it real? 'Cause you're online
Is it real? 'Cause you're online
Is it real? 'Cause you're online
[Verse 6]
I'm a freaky bitch
I am 5 foot 8, 390
And I am a freaky bitch
[Verse 7]
Heathen
It's a struggle just to keep breathing
Existential asthmatic, puff puff, pass addict
Craftmatic, making moves, but they sleeping on me
We can kick it like it's FIFA, homie
Nevertheless I got that fresh like it was Crest
Grind 'cause I'm stressed, TMJ or TMI, it's a lie that you're living
I never understood the hate on a **** preference
When every marriage is a same sex marriage
Same sex everyday, monotonous
Lost God, never pray, forgotten us
Lost love, never say, just like our parents
Too much power ain't enough power
Brain splattered like I've fallen off a watchtower
And anybody can walk into any Denny's
And wait until I'm walking in it with a gun that they 3D printed finish it
Kinison said "If you gonna miss Heaven
Why do it by two inches?"
Old money and new bitches
Old money and new bitches
[Verse 8]
Getting next level in a hotel
Ain't shit that we don't need, ****, oh well
Written by: DONALD MCKINLEY GLOVER II, Donald Glover, L. Robinson, Ludwig Göransson, Stefan Ponce